I'm up at sunrise each day. Same routine. Never interrupted, never changed. Shower, get dressed, brush your teeth, do your hair. Played over and over in my thought. This day I went outside.
Scenery the same.
Déjà vu repeats itself.
It's time for a change.
Sanoma was my ticket out of the ordinary and into something new. She was the ticket to Lost River Cave. Tomorrow I would not have a routine, and everything would change. Excitement made hours long and restless.
Saved by a loved one.
See the things, believe the stuff.
Anticipation.
Sanoma and I took the trail to Lost River Cave. We came across arrive. The limestone walls were covered with Ivy. It has once been a cave and the ceiling had come down letting the sunlight in. At the start or the river was a lake. Green and blue depending on the sun rays. Sanoma decided she would cool herself off. She went under the water. And I waited and waited. Sanoma did not come back up.
Shaking earth creates.
Monsters and dead men are here.
The rumor is blue.
I followed the limestone walls that guarded both sides of me, making me feel like a prisoner of the fallen cave. They were dressed in Ivy. I stayed as close to the river as possible. The river still gleaming hints of blue and green, but I could see the bottom. I look up. Wood cabins are above me surprisingly. I look for steps; instead I see a rope going all the way up from where I stood to a cabin. I start to climb as I see the cabins better. They give off the look of abandonment. I search all of them anyway. I found no one. I stayed in one of the bigger ones. As I looked ou the window, I saw the mouth of the cave. The huge stone archway was covered with moss. I would have gone to the cave, but instead, I just laid down on one of the cots that has been previously used and drifted away to some far away fantasy.
Life is everywhere.
Even on the walls of stone.
Enough for one day.
The next day, I looked outside. It seems almost perfect. Sunny, full of life, maybe I could live here every spring. After I got dressed I went to the mouth of the cave. There were cool breezes blowing from somewhere. I couldn't tell which direction. The river still flowed right into the cave. I followed it in. It was dark but light from the mouth was bright enough to show the water stains at the top of the cave. The water stains showed that there has been a flood from the rover at least 30ft higher than the river was now. As I walked through the water, my feet kept bumping into rocks that were hidden by the knee high water. Then, my head hit something hard; I stumbled a little but caught myself before falling into the current. I put my hands in front of me. It was in fact a rock I hadn't seen because It was now too dark. I look in my bag and got a flashlight that Sanoma had left beside the lake before disappearing. I searched the cave with the light and saw that my head had hit the ceiling which had been lower than the ceiling before. I looked under and could see that it got higher a little ways through, so I trudged on through the river. When I got to the bigger part of the cave, it hit me that the cave was actually really cold. The wet clothes I was now wearing weren't helping at all. I felt something drop onto my face. It was water, and then another. It couldn't possibly be raining so I looked up and saw that water was dripping off the stalactites on the cave ceiling. I had heard that for every drop that landed on you, you got one year of good luck. They were called "cave kisses."
Spring feels like winter.
I'm being kissed in the dark.
I needed some luck.
I found a flat rock that was pretty high up, and decided to sleep there for the night. I was about to fall asleep when my stomach made this ferocious sound. I realized that I hadn't eaten for almost two day. I began to wonder what lived in the river. I shined my light on the water but it was too deep and dark to see what was in it. I went down from my platform to see if I could get a better look. I stood in the water and turned my flashlight off, until I felt something against my leg. I thrust my hand into the water as fast as I could and caught the tail of an eyeless fish. I waited for it to go limp, then proceeded to go outside so that I could make a fire and cook the fish. After my meal, I went to my platform and fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was tumbling and hitting my head on the ceiling. I couldn’t breathe. The water had flooded the cave and took me further in. I blacked out then woke up on the rocks on the side of the river. My back was achy, and it felt like someone was screaming into my ear. All my stuff was lost, and I was alone.
Getting a new meal.
Woke up to something scary.
The journey begins.
I couldn’t tell which direction I had come from. To the east, there was darkness. To the west, there was darkness. North and south were just the same. I felt helpless, but more in shock than anything. I didn’t know where I was, or what to do. I didn’t know what it was or when the next flood would be, which would surely be fatal. I sat and thought then started crying. The only think I had to look forward to was death. To my surprise, I heard a familiar voice. “Who’s there?” the voice whispered. “Sanoma?” I inquired. “Yes?” she asked back. WE both laughed lightly. We found each other in the dark. I told her I must be dreaming because she had disappeared and was impossible for her to still be here. She told me that when she had gone into the blue lake, a current had carried her all the way into the cave. I asked her if she had been eating the fish so she didn’t starve, but she said that she had been eating the crawfish that stayed on the rocks on the side of the river in the morning. I asked how she avoided the flood, and she told me how she had been staying in a crevice in the side of the cave and put a rock in front of it so the water couldn’t get to her. Yes, I was in danger of never getting out of the cave alive, but at least I wasn’t alone.
Lost in the darkness.
Me and my friend reunite.
Face death together.
We lived in the cave for a couple days until our escape plan was ready to be tried. Sanoma still has some of her stuff. We put on some high, thick boots and tied a rope to a rock right outside our barricaded crevice in the wall. We tied the ropes to our waists. We had decided we would go the direction of the current to see if there was an exit. We had 10 hours until the next flood came, but only 5 hours to find an exit so that if we didn’t, we could follow the rope back to safety. We walked in the river instead of on the rocks so we had a better chance of not tripping over something. We had only been walking for about two hours, and then saw an opening about 10 feet away. We started running and as we got out into the very bright, fresh, warm air, I woke up. I then got up, got in the shower, got dressed, brushed my teeth, and did my hair.
Minds of the new age.
Rope and boots of the new age.
Freedom of the new age.
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